Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
took a shot... Airball
You I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, how's it
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They took a shot...
You think I a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no to quit, what the fuck I look like?
To put a cease and a on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, to believe that my kids
Won't be home till
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't
I'm in play like a fair ball
Know you love to it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room with a mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and knows it
Put my on the bull's eye
I make a camera jealous of my
And that's shady if you ain't
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my lane
Played the game with the token
You did and the Bank open
When said the rap game was in a drought
I was in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know you'd dig a hole six deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and can't see the
When the is sittin in front of your face
Like cement in between the
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it through I had heart
Waking up to in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass will take a dick to say they had it hard
make one of these slums come intercept you
Enter dorm room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin my knee in an old van like

A couple of loose screws ain't stoppin a train movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred
Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a hoodie
bangin to heavy metal music
I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama on!
rocks out the window on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now
I dedicate this song to me... how wrong
Shoes laced up with the face up,
With the same team I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, like a up
?With a pain drain on to?, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to help weezy up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A broke packin the couch
And the landlord to kick me out,
But I went from my house
To THE house, BITCH!